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Lesson # 47 I Am…….

I am your worst nightmare, I am your dream come true.

I am addiction/alcoholism, I am the solution.

I am your mirror, I am your reflection.

I am the still pond, I am the waves upon the ocean.

I am the loud thunderstorm, I am the rainbow afterward.

I am the dry desert of sand, I am the lush garden of beautiful flowers.

I am the homeless woman sleeping on the sidewalk, I am the wealthy woman playing tennis at the country club.

I am all your hopes and dreams, I am reality.

I am the face of AIDS and cancer, I am the face of hopefulness.

I am the music, I am your silence.

I am am your fears and anger, I am your peace.

I am the greatest lie you ever told, I am the cold, hard truth.

I am the breeze through the trees, I am the tornado.

I am the book you love to read, I am the blank paper where words will never appear.

I am the birds flying in the sky, I am the ostrich that never will.

I am poverty, I am more than enough.

I am tattoos and piercings, I am skin untouched.

I am loneliness, I am the shoulder you can cry on.

I am conservative, I am liberal.

I am the road less traveled, I am the crowded highway.

I am a leap of faith, I am too afraid to try anything new.

I am acceptance, I am rejection.

I am your question, I am your answer.

I am the paradox.

I am the contradiction.

I am undefinable.

We are all connected and separate.

I am you and I am who I am.

Sarah-Pink Welch ©2013

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Lesson #35 Ur Fat..Ho..Towel Head..Trailer Trash..Nigger..Fag..Stupid..Freak..RedNeck

and that is not even a dent in the words children say to other children or the beatings children endure at the hands of other children…..because they don’t look like them, or they have less than them, or they don’t speak a language well, or they like someone of the same sex.  All over the world children are killing themselves because they can’t take the bullying they endure nearly every day of their lives.

No one asks to be born in a certain country, or be a certain race, or be a certain faith, or have a certain sexual orientation….but they often pay the ultimate price of being (“whatever different is”) bullied, and they end their lives’ with their own hands.

Not a real cheery thing to think about in 2012.  Our children are dying and we must come together and change things so they can have a chance to live a full, happy and productive life.

Children are not born hating anyone.  Children are taught by the adults in their lives’ to hate anyone who is not what their parents/adults decide is right and good.  It’s no longer whites against blacks, males against females, it’s humans against humans.

I have prayed all day about this post.  As I type the words I feel sick.  I am an adult and I do look different than most adults.  I have heard the whispers and watched people as they stared at me.  But, I have thick skin, and how I look was a personal choice.

2012, and a child who happens to be hispanic and attending an all white school could be having some very tough days.  That needs to change sooner than later.  A gay student is picked on consistently, day in day out for being who they are, and one day goes home and hangs themself in the bathroom.  A young girl who is a bit overweight is made fun of, has no friends,  goes home and decides to cut herself just to feel something…anything.

I am a Christian and trust God with all that I have.  Now, from what I have learned, God created everyone on this planet.  Do you really think God would make a mistake? Do you really think He makes people in order for them to be abused?  I don’t.  But, we humans have free will, which is really like having a license to say or do anything we like, to anyone we don’t like because they don’t look the same, live the same way, eat the same things or even pray the same way.

When a child is growing up in an environment filled with hatred for a certain type or types of people we will usually see this child grow into a bully.  As they grow up in their poisoned, narrow minded homes, those feelings and beliefs stay with them…unless their is some major moment of change….and they will enter the world as an adult who will go forward producing children who will also grow up in the same situation as the people that raised them.

Then there is the flip side.  When a child has been belittled and bullied their entire lives’ they are become filled with shame, anger, and even hatred toward those doing the bullying and those adults whose responsibility it is to keep them safe….and before you know it, they will walk into their school with a gun and just start shooting.  If that’s not a cry for help, nothing is.

What can we do about it?  My first thought was that people who wanted to have a child would have to undergo psychological testing, take parenting classes and get a license before they could.  Well, that’s a violation of about 8 human rights so I can’t do that.  I have to have a license for my dog, I have to have a license to fish, and one to drive my car.  So that says to me that fish are more important than a child and that disgusts me.  We can talk to other adults, we can sit down with our children and be honest with them.  We can get involved in the lives’ of the children we come in contact with, we can be role models of what a good human is and how they act.  No one is better than anyone else because of their age, color, religious beliefs, how much money they have, which side of the tracks they live on, whether their parents are together or not.  None of that matters.  I have learned the most valuable and treasured things from people who are polar opposites of me.

If I am out somewhere and their are groups of people around I am usually attracted to the group that most people think of as less than.  I like it that way and it has never been boring.

Please get involved.  Please stand up for those who can’t do it themselves.  We are loosing our children.

Sarah© 2012


Lesson #8 Normal……..really?….just sayin’!

I have spent time thinking about the word or the concept of “NORMAL”.

I have finally come to my own conclusion about “normal”.  I researched it, read about it, and have realized that I don’t fit the description in any way, shape or form.  I’m not sad about it.  I am happy that I made my own definition for it and I am totally content with it.

Normal is definitely not what I am.  No, I don’t eat worms, or wear hats made of tinfoil, but I am not normal.  The people closest to me really aren’t normal either.  That is where I found my definition…right there in my inner circle.  And it’s going to be the very same place where you will find what normal is for you.

My Definition:  Normal is whatever the majority of people in your life decide it is!!  It’s that easy or that difficult.  I have pink hair, tattoos, piercings, and like baggy clothes.  Now, some of my people have some of those things and we like each other a lot.  Some have none of those things and we remain good friends.

When I step away from my people,  I stand out like a 60 foot statue of Pooh Bear.  People stare, they whisper, they even point at me as if to say, would you look at that!!  How dare she look like that and in public too.  I dare because I can.  If I didn’t believe how I believe, if I didn’t dress as I do, If I didn’t surround myself with like minded people, I would not be me.  I would be someone else.

So, normal is whatever you decide it is.  As long as you are being true to yourself, not hurting or offending anyone, then you are on your own journey of normal.  Enjoy and smile!!!

Sarah-Pink Welch © 2011

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